I feel like I am a personal ad for Pilates right now. I haven't been doing it long at all, only a few days, but it makes me feel so damn good!!! I love it. I love it. I love it. Working out is soooooo good. It makes me feel really good. I love being active. It rocks my world. I love going for walks on nice days. I love lifting weights. I love jogging. I love everything. Especially Pilates!!! It's so good. I feel overall good these days. I mean, I'm not in tiptop shape. I don't have a...

Ok I just wrote a blog about my own category. But what makes me more curious is what sort of writer you see yourselves as! Are you an emotional writer? Do you just report the news? Or tell jokes? Would you want to read your blogs if you didn't know yourself? What kind of blogs do you like to read? Do you think you're a good writer, or bad? Do you blog a lot? How important is your writing to you? I want to know everything!!! Let me know!!!! Everyone else seems to be much m...

Okay, so I spose you've mostly all read at least one article on my blogger. I don't have a big fan base or anything, but I know I have a few loyal readers (or so I hope!). And what I want to know is, What category do I fit in? What kind of writer do I seem? Am I comical? Am I ludicrous? Am I stupid, smart, silly, nice, mean? Am I boring? Sometimes I feel boring. Okay, most of the time I feel boring. I don't blame people for not reading my blogs. But for those that do, what do...

There are lots of tiny girls out there. I've known it for a while. I've pretended not to be bothered by it. I told myself that they have bad personalities, or they're ugly, or something like that. I tried to make myself feel better about not being tiny. But it's all come to an end. I used to have a visible four-pack. It was sexy as hell. Of course, that was three years ago, when I was in gym class every day, but still. I can change that. I need to change that. I can't handle it anymore...

Well good afternoon all. It's 3:41 on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, I don't think there's a cloud in sight, 48 degrees with a chance of rain tonight. In summary, there shouldn't be any reason to complain. Except for that I got three hours of sleep last night. It's not my fault, either. I didn't consume any caffeine yesterday. I only had one meal-spaghetti for dinner-and I had a few cheese nips later on. I had to write a paper, and my damn attention was just OFF, so it took me about three hour...

I never imagined things going this way It's hard to believe I'm even here today Where we're going, none of us knows We can't even guess what the future holds I can't pretend to know what you're asking for How do I know if I know you anymore? I'm not sure what I want or how I feel Sometimes I can't tell if it's a dream or it's real I know I'm afraid as there's a reason to be You still haven't said what you want of me Your words might fall empty in spite of your heart I'll try th...

I haven’t seen much in life. I’ve never seen the starving African kids begging for food and money like they do on TV. I’ve never seen the Spanish sunset. I’ve never looked into my husband’s eyes and seen his love staring back at me. I’m not even married. Hell, I’m hardly out of high school. But I have seen a lot. I’ve seen two of my best friends’ lips gray and cold in the velvet cushions of a coffin. I’ve seen my sister snort more blow than you thought was humanly possible. I’ve seen t...

Tonight is fudd up night I'm excited, especially because my friend Dana decided she would get fudd up with me, too!!! She's never been before!! And I don't have to alone. That will be very nice! So I'm thinking about going easy on her since it's her first time (lol this sounds like a dirty porn) and get raspberry schnapps. Which, although they are pussy shit and only like 16 %, are yummy. I think I have enough money to buy Bacardi Raz, too, which is one of my lovers (I love anyone in the...

If you were a superhero, what would you be called? I don't know what I'd be called. It's hard thinking of things like that! Maybe Emotiono. Or Wild Woman. I kind of like Emotiono better though What kind of names do y'all have? Are there any GlueStick Men? Or Paper Clippers? Maybe I would be Cotton Candy Girl. But that's pretty lame... I'd probably be "Pink Princess" or something stupid like that. I'm always wearing pink. I wish my name was Ivanna Humpalotte. That would be cool. ...

If you couldn't tell, I'm watching Whose Line Is It Anyway? I try to watch it every night. It rocks my world. I like watching things that make me laugh. I don't have a hell of a lot else to say. But I hope everyone's been having a good day... No hangovers!!! I didn't drink last night No buyer ttyl! ~Anne

I discovered today that they boy I've been kind of interested in these past few months reminds me of my ex boyfriend Ben. It just hit me today when he made a funny Ben growl thing, and it scared the crap out of me. Then I realized that there are a lot of Ben-like things that he does, and it bugged me even more. I had to ask myself, why am I interested in him? Is it because he reminds me in some ways of Ben? I still don't know the answer, but I suppose I'll have to think about that. I mean, if...

It is Happy Drink Day (aka St. Patrick's Day) in case any one hasn't noticed. It's a good day for me, especially if I happen to get some alcohol. Even better, I've been wildly hyper. I've been making raunchy jokes, talking loudly, listening to loud party music and dancing like a hyper freak. (Dancing like a hyper freak is not actual dancing, it probably looks more like a seizure.) I even loudly acknowledged my threesome, unfortunately without thinking before I spoke. It's extremely rare whe...

Martha Stewart is the Home Goddess and all. She can do everything. She cooks, she cleans, she makes pretty pastel home decor. So what I want to know is, does her shit stink?? I can bet that it doesn't. She's probably discovered some chemical that makes it smell like roses, or cucumber melon, or cherry blossoms or something like that. But I bet she likes the fact that everyone else's shit stinks, so she'd never market her discovery. She'd be the only one with berry fresh poo. Damn that Ma...

Haha! It's Drink Day today, and I'm damn excited. I'm planning on purchasing a couple of forties (maybe even three) and sitting around my room, maybe watching movies, maybe watching TV, perhaps playing games, maybe even painting. I'm a good painter. I just haven't done it in quite a while, and maybe I'll turn out something damn interesting when drunk?? Who knows. But I have to admit I'm pretty excited to get fudd up. I realize I'm wearing the SAME outfit I wore LAST Drink Day!!! (Except dif...

This is the only way I have of contacting you, once again. I don't know how long it will take you to respond, or to read this, but I feel like you will read it at some point or other. I miss you. I don't care what I think anymore. I wish I could talk to you, I wish you would call me, I wish I knew your real number but I would never call you, never in a million years. It was so long since I heard your voice, and now I haven't, and I'm lonely. And I don't care what anyone else says. I m...